What lingers in his distant memory is the knowledge of a spring that will not yet come for many years. The only self who knows that scent is the self who knows it not just yet. If his life is a chimera, for whom did he endure all these years?
What was it?
ما كان بالضبط؟
Was war das?
¿Qué era?
¿Qué era?
Qu’est-ce que c’était ?
Che cosa sarà stato?
O que será?